lack there of

I have no inspiration to write today. I have been thinking all day about what I would write. I shouldn't have to do that. It should just come to me. It's not.

I really wish I could get just an ounce of the creativity I used to have. Actually, I'm pretty sure I still have it, it's just buried. I need to sit down one day, with no disturbances and distractions, and dig deep.

I miss it. I miss writing. I used to write all the time. I miss scrapbooking. I used to scrapbook all the time. I miss taking pictures. I used to take pictures all the time.

I miss me.